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Aug 2016
My wings are broken.
I can't fly anymore.
The passion that grew my feathers
Is the poison that is killing me.
Loving and hoping...
But killing me nonetheless.
Too far to turn back.
Close enough to see the end.
I want to fly again.
His Gweniverre
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His Gweniverre
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   Madeline Clow
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